The Detective (A Sherlock Fan-Fic) (Under Editing)

Chapter Six

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Sherlock slumped down into the chair looking almost in tears.  I stared at him,

"Sherlock what's wrong?"

 "He's back,"

"Who's back?"  He gulped then looked at me his eyes now solemn,

"Moriarty."

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LUCY'S P.O.V

Moriarty, I've heard his name mentioned before but only by Irene.  Sherlock buried his head in his hands,

"I should of died that day Lucy, but it seems that we both cheated and now I've given us all a death sentence," I reached over and stroked his head,

"Sherlock you'll find a way to save us all from the little time I've known you I know that you don't give up that easily," He looked up,

"You're right Lucy I don't give up but Moriarty's the  only person that scares me,". 

My phone made the sigh causing me to look up, how the do I change her text alert? I looked at the message which read:

Hope you don't get caught by him.  I'll let you guess who.

-IA

 

I glared at my phone then massaged my temples, too much trivia for one day.  Sherlock gave me look,

"How's Irene?"

"Annoying as ever." He chuckled slightly,

"Sibling rivalry,"

"Shut up Sherly boy." He glared then went back to his thoughts his face growing sad.  My stomach growled loudly, I hate being hungry.  I headed into the kitchen and made some bread and butter then nibbled at it, John would be upset if he saw Sherlock in this state.  I put the bread back down then turned the kettle on, a good cup of coffee always helps.  I pulled the coffee out of the note and poison filled cupboard then spooned some into a cup.  The fridge was not one I wanted to open, John had warned me of the severed heads and human thumbs that lay there.  The kettle finished boiling, I poured the scolding water into the cup then mixed two teaspoons of sugar into the drink.  I picked up the coffee and the remaints of my bread and butter then headed back into the main room and handed the coffee to Sherlock who was deep in some sad thought.  He picked it up then sipped at it then smiled weakly at me,

"You remembered to stir it," I smirked then finished off my bread and butter.  My phone beeped loudly causing me to jump slightly, I checked the message which read :

I'll be late back please tell Sherlock he'll have to do without his nicotine patches until tomorrow.  Try to prevent him from shooting the wall Ms Hudson complained to me when I was walking out of the door this morning.

John

 

"Sherlock, John's going to be back late and you'll have to do without your nicotine patches until tomorrow but he begs you to please refrain from shooting the wall." He groaned,

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! John knows I won't last long without my nicotine patches," I bit my lip to prevent myself from laughing when Sherlock hit the side of his chair, he's so immature.  After listening to several amusing minutes of Sherlocks' complaining I headed to bed.  The room seemed the most welcoming place in the world at the moment.  I changed into some pajamas then curled up under the warm blankets and closed my eyes.  A loud squeak of a loose floorboard sounded from the door way then someone climbed in next to me. 

"Sherlock?"

"Yes?"

"You okay?"

"Yes."  I felt a arm wrap around me I turned over so I was face to face with Sherlock then hugged him back.  He seemed to be okay with it because he didn't push me away,

"Lucy?" His voice seemed sad.

 "Yes Sherlock?"

"I'm sorry,"  My eyes watered a bit but then cuddled into him and fell asleep.

JOHN'S P.O.V

One hour later.

I came through the door then looked around, where are they?  

"Sherlock, Lucy?!" There was no answer.  I walked upstairs and listened at they're door for any noises, the only noise was the sound of sleep.  Slowly I pushed the door opened then almost fainted at the sight before me.  Sherlock and Lucy were cuddling each other both of them asleep but still cuddling.  I smiled then left closing the door behind me.

SHERLOCK'S P.O.V

The next morning.

I opened my eyes then looked around.  Lucy was still cuddling me and my right arm was still cuddling her.  I tried to get up but she had a death grip on me.  Carefully I maneuvered myself out of the grip then headed down the stairs only to be greeted by a smirking John. 

"John unless your turning into the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland I suggest you take that smirk off your face," he just carried on.  And for once in my life I felt that John knews something I didn't.

A/N

Hi hope you liked the chapter, sorry that it's so short but I'm tired.  Thank you to EKShortstories for making the poster for this book I owe her one.  Anyway if you liked the chapter please vote, comment and tell your friends.

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